Page 2 of Her Big Fat Hunky Billionaire Boss

“I think you should give her another chance.”

Was his mother serious? “Mom, I have to go. I’m getting in the car.”

“Well, are you coming tomorrow? I need to know.”

Damian slid into the driver’s seat. “I can’t. I’m sorry. I’m on my way out of town as we speak.”

“When will you be back?”

His mother sounded a bit desperate. What had she planned? “I don’t know. Maybe not for a while.” A long while.

“Why do you have to leave?”

“I’ve just got to conduct some business. I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?”

He could picture his mother on the other end of the phone frowning. “All right.”

He hung up the phone, glad he didn’t have to have dinner with Priscilla on Friday.

***

Katherine Fox pulled her coat tighter around her while the biting air stung her eyes. She hurried to the back of the building, glad when she got inside and the warmth enveloped her. As she made her way to the front desk, she waved at Fred, hunched over his computer. No matter how early she came in, Fred always beat her. “Any news this morning?”

Fred didn’t look up from his computer. His favorite orange and brown striped scarf still hung around his neck. He often wore it, even when it wasn’t cold out. She’d asked him about it once and he’d grumbled something about a doctor and didn’t she watch television, whatever that meant.

“Hey, Kat. Not much going on except the impending blizzard. I’ve been fielding calls since I got here. You’d think people had never heard of snow before.”

Kat shrugged. “It’s supposed to be the first big snowstorm of the season. People just want to know how much to stock up. At least it’s Friday. I’m planning on holing up in my cozy little house all weekend.”

She hung her coat on the rack and woke her computer up. Her boss’s door was closed, the blinds shut. “Is Lydia in?”

“Nope. Not yet.”

Kat walked to the sink and filled the coffee pot with water. Good. Then maybe she could work a little on her column before things started getting crazy. She poured in the water and set the pot in place.

Back at her desk she opened up her fake email account and scrolled through the messages. Viagra…delete. Fortune telling…delete. Enlarging certain body parts she didn’t even have? Yeah…delete. Ah, there was a good one. An inheritance. She clicked the message and scanned it.

Dear Madam,

It is of great importance I write you. With solemn reverence, I tell you King Jahar Ho has passed leaving quite a large sum of money. I would like for you to collect your inheritance. Please respond quickly as I have seven million dollars to send you. All I need is a thousand-dollar transfer fee. This matter is very urgent.

Doctor Bryon Yong

Kat smiled. This was perfect. She clicked reply.

Dear Doctor Yong,

I am so saddened to hear of the death of King Jahar Ho. I barely knew the man, but I remember his fondness for Ho Hos, which I thought was funny, given his last name. He loved Santa as well. And gardening.

Anyway, I’m shocked and surprised to learn he has left me such a large inheritance. He really didn’t like me much, seeing as I made fun of his name all the time.

Kat giggled and Fred glanced her way. “What’s so funny?”

“Just doing my job. Well, the fun part of my job.”

He shook his head. “You have way too much fun with your column.”

“I’m only doing this until Lydia lets me take a real reporting job.”

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